New Beginnings?

 It’s another year (2023), and reconsidering if and when to restart this blog. Knock, knock: does anyone out there think I should?  You can let me know via email: anitafonte@gmail.com

Considering forward

 Not sure if I want to restart these blogs since my serious health diagnosis in June, 2019. Part of my caution is I am not clear if anyone reads my blogs.

If you are a reader, will you respond on my FB page, Anita C. Fonte? Just tell me if my writing matters to you in a few simple words.

ending

Is this this the end of my blog?  Time will tell, but, for the time being, I am closing the book.

An autumn album

I love this season, it's textures, colors, scents and changing light.  Enjoy these images from Madera Canyon

My front window

In this week's Writer's Digest Prompts, the suggestion is to write (daily) about a specific subject that allows me to observe and be introspective.  It's based on Mary Ruefle's essay "My Search Among the Birds". 

I love to look at birds, too.  Most times I watch them while I am at breakfast, looking out my patio window.  But I woke up at 6 a.m. today and saw dawn creep across the western horizon as I look out my front window.  Feng Shui suggests my desk face away from the window, toward a door, but I like to sit and watch the birds around the bird feeder, so I ignore that suggestion.

It's so early (and so cold in February--winter has finally come to the Sonoran desert) that the birds are not out yet.  So what I do see are a few cars rolling by and the color of soft pink lighting the sky. 

The mesquite trees are stilled in their winter dark shadows.  There is no wind so my sunburst chimes hang with no movement, no sound. 

I am not an early riser by nature.  But these past few days I  have had nervous energy at odd times of the day and evening and so here I am.  Not quite ready to face the day, but facing the dawn seems to be a safe place to begin.

What's funny about Clouseau?

I am catching a Turner Classic Movie Channel viewing of "Shot Before Dark", one of the first Petr Sellars/Inspector Clouseau/Pink Panther movies.

What's funny about Clouseau?  His accent, his deadpan looks with rolling eyes, the hat and trench coat, with hand tucked into the coat pockets? The slapstick moves and sight gags?  Preposterous plots?  Inconcongruous pairing of Clouseau with a beautiful woman?

You tell me your favorite comedic element.  I like them all.

I don't laugh easily, but when I can catch some slow time with Inspector Clouseau, I make the date.

900 years ago

Two pit houses, Walnut Creek National Monument, near Flagstaff, Arizona,  photo by anita c. fonte 7.4.17

I am awed by the reminders of how short a life span we have, how our time on earth, and in this land is brief.  Maybe we leave behind a few rocks to say "we lived here," or a poem, or a painting.  But all things eventually are worn down by time, and that humbles me, brings me to appreciate this moment, now.